Chapter 102: Invisible Imagination is the Most Fatal
After being slapped on the back of the head by the Grandmaster, this attendant finally sobered up.
He turned his head and looked closely at Arthur's hand again, instantly sucking in a sharp breath of cold air.
Holy crap!
It really is a Honedge!
Scared me to death!
As a local of Lavender Town, he had more or less heard the famous names of Pokémon like Honedge and Litwick.
This thing was said to be more potent than Sleepytime Black Tea; one 'sip' (drain) and you'd be lying down for a day—that wasn't just a joke told for laughs.
This person actually held a Honedge and chopped target posts for nearly two hours?
Is this damn person even human?
Instantly, the way he looked at Arthur changed. His legs trembled, and he wished he could just turn tail and bolt.
Arthur was also turning his head to look at him now, his brow slightly furrowed.
Seizing this opportunity, he decided to pause his practice first. He released the sword hilt, used the towel hanging around his neck to wipe his face, and retreated to sit down on the small sofa against the training room wall.
"If I remember correctly, didn't your establishment promise unlimited use of consumables during the rental period for a high-level room?"
At this moment, he was just sitting very ordinarily, allowing Little Lapras to obediently slide over and spray warm water onto his arms to relieve muscle fatigue.
But after knowing the truth about that sword he held, in the attendant's eyes, this simple posture had transformed into that of an underworld boss, looking like a fierce beast lying in wait!
The simple act of washing his arms also seemed to conceal infinite killing intent, performed with a skill that looked as if he had just returned from fighting desperately on a bloody battlefield.
One can only say, invisible imagination is truly the most fatal...
Fortunately, although the attendant was scared witless by his own imagination, the Grandmaster was still mentally present.
"My apologies, esteemed guest. We absolutely had no intention of restricting your use of consumables. There was just a small misunderstanding in the middle of things. On behalf of the dojo, I offer you my sincere apologies."
"As a token of our apology, we have an upcoming advanced course explaining the techniques of 'Swords Dance.' We can allow you to audit it for free."
After recognizing the Honedge, the Grandmaster instantly realized the situation. This was entirely a misunderstanding.
It wasn't that the guest hadn't brought a Pokémon; the Pokémon had been held in his hand the entire time!
He could also understand the attendant's reaction. Normally, a dangerous Pokémon like Honedge would definitely be kept inside its Poké Ball most of the time. Even when occasionally let out, they would be allowed to float on their own, avoiding physical contact as much as possible.
Honedge sucking life energy is an inherent trait; even trainers who have raised them for many years and are very familiar with them are occasionally unavoidable victims of getting 'sucked' by them.
Normally, absolutely no one would court death by running around holding a Honedge's hilt, let alone carrying one on their back.
But understanding was one thing; making amends still needed to be done quickly.
They ran a dojo, and the fee for a high-level training room was not low. It had already been stated that consumables were included for unlimited use.
If word got out that they were stingy and restricted guests from normally using consumables, their dojo's reputation would be ruined.
At that point, a chain reaction of negative reviews and complaints would surely be unavoidable.
The Grandmaster wasn't the type to abuse his seniority either. He immediately bowed in apology on the spot and simultaneously proactively offered a session of the pricey advanced course.
When doing business, if you yourself are at fault, you absolutely cannot put on airs. On this point, the Grandmaster was always a clear-minded person.
Arthur, seeing the other party's attitude change so quickly, instantly wasn't very angry anymore.
Thinking about it carefully, he couldn't really blame others for the misunderstanding. The amount of consumables he himself had used in the past hour or so was indeed quite a lot...
Mainly, it was because Honedge struggled so much. Otherwise, he had actually planned to directly use skills to chop the steel core post.
That thing was much more durable.
At this moment, Honedge, having escaped his clutches, had flown like lightning to a corner of the wall, hiding within its own sheath, trembling...
This scene once again left Raymond, who had entered together with them, stunned.
"This Honedge... is it fully satiated, or does it have an extremely good relationship with its master?" he muttered quietly.
The danger of Pokémon like Honedge lies in the fact that they usually always try various methods, either using illusions or dreams, to lure people into grasping their hilt. Then, the ribbon wraps around, and they take a big drain.
This was the first time Raymond had seen a Honedge being held by someone yet not wrapping its ribbon, and then immediately fleeing the moment the master let go.
This was truly an eye-opener for him.
For the moment, he could only guess that perhaps it was because this Honedge had spent a very long time with this master, and their relationship was particularly good, so it no longer thought about absorbing its master's energy?
It was fortunate he didn't voice this speculation aloud; otherwise, the Honedge currently shrunk in the corner would be guaranteed to immediately fly up and slash him!
The Grandmaster had already ordered someone to help restock the consumables in Arthur's room again.
Somehow, Raymond felt that after they helped the guest restock the consumables, the Honedge in the corner seemed instantly filled with hostility towards them!
Strange? Hadn't it already been actively cooperating with its master in practice for so long?
Raymond couldn't figure it out at all.
Subsequently, the Grandmaster apologized again, "We are very sorry to have disturbed you, guest. If you need anything else later, please don't hesitate to call the staff here."
"The Swords Dance course starts at 4:10 PM. If the time is inconvenient for the guest, we can also convert it into a course voucher for you."
Saying this, the Grandmaster also slapped the trouble-making attendant again. When the attendant looked over innocently, he glared fiercely at him once more.
Arthur smiled and didn't mind either.
"Right, as it happens, I need some Snow Domain Pine Balm and Iron Thorn Fruit Pulp."
Arthur's request was instantly agreed to by the Grandmaster, who then said to the attendant before him, "Give this guest a 50% discount on any subsequent items ordered."
"Okay."
The attendant who had caused the misunderstanding, how could he dare refuse now?
Putting other things aside, Arthur sitting on the sofa, in his imagination at this moment, was already a young and accomplished underworld boss, the type who sat there with his own background music playing...
Before long, the items Arthur ordered were delivered.
He immediately called out once to the Honedge in the corner.
Honedge originally didn't want to come, but thinking of the Frogadier opposite who knew "Dark Pulse," it finally floated over unwillingly.
Since its birth, it had never experienced life being so difficult...
Then, Arthur once again grasped its hilt, drawing its main body blade out from the sheath with a 'shua' sound.
However, this time, much to Honedge's surprise, Arthur, after drawing its blade, didn't proceed to fiercely chop at the newly restocked solid wood target posts over there again.
Instead, he placed its main body horizontally across his lap, then picked up the Snow Domain Pine Balm and Iron Thorn Fruit Pulp he had just ordered from the side.
"The Iron Thorn Fruit pulp is somewhat irritating; it might hurt a bit. You endure it. This is beneficial for you."
Saying this, Arthur meticulously applied these two items evenly onto Honedge's sword body.
The Iron Thorn Fruit pulp was thick and black like ink; slightly touching it with a fingertip would cause a numb, tingling sensation, like being continuously pricked by fine needles.
While applying it, Arthur himself felt even more discomfort.
But this substance was rich in Steel-type energy, highly beneficial for structurally hard Steel-type Pokémon.
Used together in combination with the expensive Snow Domain Pine Balm, it made Honedge, which had endured over an hour of torment, clearly feel its own sword body being nourished and warmed.
The anger and resentment it felt earlier when its hilt was grasped again—anger it dared not speak—was instantly melted and dissolved significantly at this moment.
It suddenly realized that although this human was domineering, he seemed to quite understand how to maintain them well.
Unconsciously, this master, in its eyes, seemed not quite so hateful anymore.
(End of Chapter)
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